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I like vitality, the English language, and ideas. Sympathy and compassion make sense to me. While changing the world seems impossible, I think everyone should try to make the world a little better for someone else.

I have an odd name and I go to sleep long after everyone else. I love web-comics, especially if they aren't about video games. I am unapologetically liberal, foul-mouthed, and too chatty. I am a feminist, and it's made my life better. I am not high-maintenance, but I am high-anxiety, as I spaz out sometimes. Like every day.

I have no desire to be someone's everything or to make someone mine, but sharing oneself has always made a great deal of sense to me. To that end, I am lucky to have found a brilliant and charming someone. Thanks, OKC.

[Trust me: you should just go ahead and be impressed that I figured out how to type in Arabic, as it was much more of a hassle than I anticipated.]

I'm about to graduate with a useless degree. It used to be I always knew what I would do with my life, but now I'm finally okay with just not knowing. I want to help people and not have to compromise myself, and live well enough doing that to be able to pay my rent and manage to retire when I'm too old to work any more. I would not object to social work.

It seems like it's simple, but that's what I want.

I work in a craft store, and start knitting projects that I never finish, and drink a lot of juice.

Wrangling my way through Chicago and MLA style requirements, throwing parties, filling out paperwork, losing my keys, never returning my library books, painting, wearing scarves, playing cards quick and dirty, always winning at Clue, taking long drives in no particular direction, pretending I know French, getting lost in my car, being early, knitting, grocery shopping, winning over surly professors, being immature, putting together picnics, inventing my own fun, and cheering people up. Oh, and your mom says I'm not too shabby.

That I always have one heck of a lot to say. And maybe that I'm stacked.

I'm not going to try to recite the lists of books that have impacted my life, writing, and consciousness--some of them are the big classics and some of them are regarded as important trifles. What matters more is that books and written things have always been a huge thing for me.

At the moment, my favorite authors are Margaret Atwood and Cormac McCarthy. The Road is the best writing I can imagine. As frustrating as she can be to read and as stereotypical as it might be for me to say this, Judith Butler's work taught me to think and how to understand the fundamental structures of ideas. No one has made me laugh as much as Douglas Adams. I also try to read a lot of women's writing that comes out of the Middle East when I can get it in English, even if it's not always that spectacular. It's kind of hard to follow that whole bit of pretension with this statement, but I also have a undeniable soft spot for the first four Dune novels and John Irving's less successful, more deranged work.

The only DVD I have ever purchased for myself is Citizen Kane, because I love me some 25 year old Orson Welles, but my favorite movies are What Dreams May Come, Children of Men, and American Beauty. You can laugh. If I could only watch the work of one director for the rest of my life it would be probably end up being Quentin Tarantino, hands down. Reservoir Dogs is mostly to blame for this, but I am one of the three people who loved Death Proof, and I loved it to distraction.

I like most intelligent stuff, but these are the people that come to mind, The Rolling Stones, Dylan, Regina Spektor, Chris Pureka, The White Stripes, Johnny Cash (!!!), most Bright Eyes, all Iron & Wine, Queen, and the Hedwig soundtrack. Alternately, I could not be more enthralled with the train wreck that is R Kelly's whole Trapped in the Closet hip-hopera fiasco.

I've decided that it's important to insert that my favorite artists are the kids behind the Bayeux Tapestry, Henri de Toulouse Lautrec, and Otto Dix, because if you know me for more than a week I will start talking about one of them. (Please forgive my Western bias.)

I love curry in all forms--Thai, Indian, British. I am still earning my cooking chops (I watch a lot of Alton Brown and secretly wouldn't mind being the Barefoot Contessa, but that doesn't really count.) but I can make a tasty curry hands down. I am always up for Mexican (though not for tequila) and good pizza, but the way to my heart from my stomach would likely include sushi, macaroni and cheese, or a picnic basket.

Half of these are wants and half are needs: Indian food, words, cats, Feminism, my cell phone, and the laughter of other people.

Writing projects, how to make my professors want to help me with my thesis, whatever I'm looking at on Wikipedia, the beauty and mysticism I find in particle physics (as much as a religion as I'll ever have), and my cats. They're really cute, people.

Staying in and wanting to talk about the world. Truth be told, I don't get out much.

I'm not really allergic to bees, wasps, and the like but I tell everyone I am because I'm terrified of them: the shrieking, bursting-into tears, embarassing kind of terror.

I overshare about everything, though, so that's nothing.

you are willing to write me a long enough, interesting enough, platonic enough, funny enough e-mail to get me to think we might make a good pair of friends.

With the additional understanding that I might not respond to it anyway.